Author's Note:
This is a work of fanfiction based on the extremely popular video game, Summertime Saga, by DarkCookie. As some of my readers know, I am a huge fan of the 'Sex Genie' trope and rather than finish my original Genie Chronicles: Make a Wish story, I started up a fanfic using the same mechanics.
This chapter is exposition heavy with no explicit sex in it (Though a lot of flirtation) so please be aware before you dig in.
If you enjoy the overall plotline and characters in this story, then I highly recommend you play Summertime Saga. It is completely free, though it is still a work in progress. Also, please keep in mind that the game does not have a Sex Genie in it, that is my contribution to the story for this fanfic. So please do not yell at DarkCookie about where the Sex Genie is.
Chapter 2: Questions and Realizations
Michael left the bathroom with a flushed face and a grin that he couldn't get rid of. He had just had his first blowjob, and it was amazing. The fact that his cock was briefly in a woman's mouth and he came down her throat put a skip in his step. Thoughts swam through his head about fucking Jessie later that night.
Quickly walking down the hall, Michael returned to his French class just as Ms. Bissette was handing out a quiz that he knew he was woefully unprepared for. Sitting down, Michael tried to concentrate on his quiz. Looking up every now and then, Michael caught his teacher looking at him with rosy cheeks, her eyes quickly darting away each time their eyes met.
''Is she trying to make sure I'm not cheating or something?''
''No, she is trying to see if you still have an erection.''
Michael felt his own cheeks flush at that and he kept his eyes glued to his quiz, despite not answering any of the questions.
''Crap, she saw that?! ''
''Yes, and she now believes you went to the bathroom to masturbate thinking of her. She is under the impression your erection was caused by her. ''
"Thank you all, please turn your papers up to the front." Ms. Bissette announced.
People from the rear of the class handed their quizzes to the row ahead of them, forming a brief chain as the papers worked their way up to the front where they were handed in on Ms. Bissette's desk just as the bell rang.
Standing up hoping to duck out without any more attention, Michael froze in his tracks when he heard Ms. Bissette's lovely accent call out, "Mr. Cross, please see me before you leave."
Keeping his head down low Michael went to the front of the class as the other students exited. Ms. Bissette watched them all leave and closed the door behind the last student leaving them alone together.
"Michael, I saw your quiz. You didn't answer a single question."
"I know. I'm really sorry Ms. Bissette. I've just been...distracted."
Her face flushed again she handed his empty quiz back without looking directly into Michael's eyes.
"I understand that boys your age have...needs. All I ask is that you do whatever is necessary to come to my class and give your full attention to me."
"Of course, Ms. Bissette. I'll try harder."
Ms. Bissette's demeanor softened as she remembered why Michael had been missing from her class for several days.
"Listen, you're going through a difficult time right now. No pressure, but please try to set aside some time to get back on track and let me know if you need anything from me. I've been offering some private tutoring opportunities for students, but no one has taken me up on the offer. Maybe it'd be a good way for you to catch up."
"I'm sorry miss, you're right. Once I get settled back into my class schedule, I'll take you up on that offer as soon as possible."
Ms. Bissette leaned forward and embraced Michael in a warm and reassuring hug which he gladly returned. Yet the incident in the bathroom was still fresh in his mind and the feel of Ms. Bissette in his arms returned vigor to his crotch, his cock pressing against his French teacher's thigh through their fabric.
Michael's face turned a bright shade of red as he was sure she felt his engorged member pressed between them.
"Well yes, I, uh...I'm sure, you, uh...have other classes to attend today." Ms. Bissette awkwardly stumbled as she broke their tender moment.
Excusing himself, Michael simply left the classroom with little more than a "Goodbye" and continued to the hallway, feeling like he could breathe again.
''If I'm going to keep this thing, I need to get some more control.''
''Why master, she enjoyed the feeling as much or even more than you did.''
Taking a seat on a bench in the hallway, Michael took a moment to clear his head as he mentally conversed with Jessica.
''You're kidding. There's no way she's attracted to me.''
''Having seen the bulge in your shorts she became aware that you are gifted in size, and one of her fantasies is about being fucked by an extremely large cock. She's never experienced sex with anyone who had more than 5 inches to boast, so when she saw the size of your crotch it flooded her mind with those fantasies. That was then further enhanced when she believed you were masturbating to thoughts of her in the bathroom. Her fantasy of a well-endowed man has now turned to a well-endowed student, adding a taboo aspect that has heightened her arousal. She was wet during her entire lecture thinking of you, then feeling your manhood press against her thigh, she was eager to run upstairs to her office so she could lock the door and masturbate while thinking of you...''
It was a lot to take in and Michael could only blink in response as he processed all the new information.
''She's thinking of me sexually?''
''Yes.''
''So...she'll fuck me?''
''No.''
Once again Michael was left confused and bewildered.
''I'm sorry master, but human relationships are complicated. While she is thinking of you sexually, she still wishes to keep her job and the risks are too dangerous for her to cross that boundary. Should you attempt, now, to sleep with her, she will turn you down. However, should you simply wish for her to fuck you, that can easily be accomplished.''
The idea left a sour taste in Michael's mouth. He could already see that Jessica's powers had huge implications and could easily lead him down a dark path.
''Lets table that for now because that feels a little too...dirty. I don't like the idea of taking free will away.''
''As you wish master.''
Michael took a moment to chew on his lower lip as he sat on the bench while other students moved around him, traveling to and from their various lectures.
''Is there anything I could do, besides wishing her to fuck me, that would make her desire me enough to cross her own boundary?''
Despite Jessie being absent from his vision, Michael could feel her ponder the question.
''Yes, there are steps you could take that would increase her attraction to you to the point that her boundaries would no longer apply.''
''What would those steps be?''
''She finds the French language to be particularly enticing, believing it to be the language of lovers. She's watched hours of French films, romances in particular, and even spends her free time reading French erotic novels. If you were to show a great improvement in your French proficiency, she would assume you did so in an attempt to woo her, and that would combine both her love of the language and her erotic fantasies to the point that she would actively pursue sexual relations with you.''
Michael huffed and rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh.
''Great, so all I need to do is become completely fluent in French in order to seduce my teacher. No tall order there. I wish it was as easy as you're making it out to be. ''
''As you wish, so shall it be my master...''
Not realizing the gravity of the words Michael used, he felt his head rush the freeze as if he had been drinking something extremely cold. Squeezing his eyes shut he pressed his forehead into his hand. The feeling passed quickly, and he looked up, confused for a moment.
"Merde, je peux parler Français!?"
"What the fuck did you call me nerd?" A loud violent voice called out in response to Michael's exclamation.
Looking up, Michael didn't realize that Dexter had just passed him. Michael panicked as he realized that Dexter was assuming Michael was talking shit about him in another language.
"Nothing, it was nothing Dexter. I was just practicing for French class."
Standing up so that he wasn't in such a defenseless position, Michael couldn't help but cringe a little as the 6'4" brute came stomping up to him.
"Roxxy, this nerd called me something in French. What the fuck did he say to me?" Dexter called out to the busty blonde in the hallway walking up behind the brute. Roxxy was a genetically gifted specimen of a cheerleader, with a naturally narrow waist yet broad hips giving her a classic hour-glass figure that ended in large but still perky tits.
"How would I know Dexter? I didn't even attend today. Hey, I think he's in my class. Aren't you the one who's daddy died? Didn't he kill himself like a loser?" Roxxy said with venom in her tone.
Anger welled up in Michael, anger he hadn't realized he'd been hanging onto since his father died, and he let it overflow onto the jerks in front of him.
"Yeah, well at least I knew who my father was! At least I grew up in a loving house and not some trashy trailer park!"
Roxxy's eyes widened in fury, her hands balling into fists with bright white knuckles.
"Dexter, beat the shit out of this fatherless fuck!"
